peter & cora } { of long days and pleab runs

[impetere]

Stiles: [and he will be off and probably still face-down in the bed sleeping in]

Cora: [and she will just let herself in, closing the door quietly behind her and locking it, before making her way to the bed in search of her boyfriend. Seeing that he's still asleep, she just sits on the edge of the bed, her movements almost robotic in that she's just trying to get to her attended destination. she sheds her jacket, and goes to take off one of her shoes before the weight of the past day hits her and it's like a dam breaks, one hand coming up to cover her mouth as the tears start to fall]

Stiles: [he started to stir when he heard the door open. When the bed shifted as she sat down he was waking up and about to roll onto his side when he caught the strangled cry and her bending over.] Cora? [he's up in a flash, sliding across the bed to sit next to her]

Cora: [she shifts to lean into him the second he's there, burying her face in his shoulder as she lets it out]

Stiles: [and he will wrap his arms around her tightly, just holding her and pressing his chin to the top of her head] It's okay, Cora. It's okay.

Cora: [there's a few gasping breaths before] There were so many kids.

Stiles: I know. [he had been listening to the radio the whole shift, so he had gotten most of the details. What he hadn't, the morning news had filled him in on] I know.

Cora: [it's easy for her to compartmentalize in the moment, focusing on doing her job as best she can, but after it's passed, holding herself together becomes a lot harder. she just keeps sobbing into his arms until she doesn't have any tears left and can breathe evenly again]

Stiles: [and he is good at being the strong back. The military taught him how to compartmentalize as well, but he hadn't been on the front lines like she had. He hadn't seen any of it. All he could do was hold her, his arm rubbing her back gently until she got it out of her system]

Cora: [and eventually she takes a breath and pulls back to look at him with a sigh] Sorry. I'm sorry.

Stiles: Don't be sorry. It was a hard day and you needed to get that out. [runs a hand along her face, giving her a small smile]

Cora: [she sighs as she brushes her hands against her cheeks] It's not usually that bad.

Stiles: Seeing hurt children is already harder.

Cora: [she nods] One of the girls I wound up transporting in my rig didn't make it. I tried ... [she swallows] I tried everything I could, but she just wouldn't come back.

Stiles: [and he will shift to hold Cora against him again] Sometimes things like this are more than we have the power to help stop.

Cora: I know. But that doesn't mean it doesn't suck.

Stiles: No, it doesn't. But you were there, you tried, and that little girl didn't die alone. She knew you were there trying to help.

Cora: [she exhales slowly and nods, before curling into him] I'm off tomorrow, so can I just stay here until I have to leave?

Stiles: Of course. I'm not going to kick you out of my bed. I'd be an idiot to do that. [he smiles a bit] Want me to get you something?

Cora: [she shakes her head before moving to take her other shoe off and going for the fly of her jeans] Can we just lay here?

Stiles: Yeah. Though let me grab a water bottle and something to eat. I'm starving.

Cora: [she nods, and she's just going to curl up on her side of the bed and wait for him to come back. She might pass out while she waits, because she hasn't slept since she left, but she won't sleep long probably]

Stiles: [he won't be long, and it's not like he has a big place where she can't see him in the kitchen anyway. But when he gets back he will put a bottle of water for her on the floor on her side, and then crawl back into bed and press against her back, just holding her.]

Cora: [and she will close her eyes and relax more, curling in and tucking herself against him more]

Stiles: [and while he's not tired, he pretty much isn't going to be able to really do anything but lay there and hold her, so he will eventually drift back off into a light sleep]

Cora: [and she will pass out hard, sleeping as long as it takes before her body wakes up and demands food and water, and she fumbles for the bottle he left there]

Stiles: [and he will cuddle her more] I can order us a pizza if you're hungry

Cora: I'm starving, so yeah. Pizza would be good.

Stiles: Alright, let me just... find my phone. [since it was on the bed somewhere]

Cora: [she smirks a bit before fumbling to help him look]

Stiles: [and it will eventually be found under her and he will call for a pizza delivery] Alright, we have thirty minutes.

Cora: Good. [and she will turn in to face him more] So tell me about your day here.

Stiles: I pretty much just came home and passed out. Nothing really spectacular.

Cora: Anything at all? [she just really doesn't want to think about her last day and a half]

Stiles: Well on the way home I got a call from a few of my Air Force buds. One of them got into the Blue Angels, and he was going to be putting on a show not far from here and told me that I had better get my ass over there to see him or he will land his jet on my roof.

Cora: Well, we can't have that.

Stiles: So you want to come with me up to Ouji to see the Blue Angels?

Cora: I would love to.

Stiles: Maybe they will even let me steal the plane for a spin. [smirks]

Cora: [she laughs] You do that, you're on your own.

Stiles: Well, it does only seat one.

Cora: Good, then I'll stay on the ground.

Stiles: You can take pictures and distract the cops from trying to arrest me.

Cora: I'll try.

Stiles: Good, but have bail money ready just in case. [and he will lean in to kiss her]

Cora: [kisses him back with a soft sigh] How much do you think it'll be?

Stiles: Probably only a few hundred. My dad can help talk it down.

Cora: Then that I can do.

Stiles: Good. [because he is so going to try]

Cora: [sigh, Stiles, sigh] You sure you want me hanging out with your Air Force buddies, though?

Stiles: You survived coming out to Houston before.

Cora: I did, but I heard many things you probably didn't want me to.

Stiles: Like what?

Cora: Liiiiiike that one time when you had been grounded for a week and started going a little crazy?

Stiles: Oh, that wasn't me. That was an evil Stiles. I made sure I ejected him out of a plane one day.

Cora: [she laughs] Oh really?

Stiles: Totally.

Cora: That's not what your squad mates seemed to think.

Stiles: They are just jealous that I have better plans than they do

Cora: And what are those?

Stiles: [thinks] Was this the time where someone that was totally not me covered all the switched and handles in a ship with rubber dicks because the pilot was a dick? Or was it the time we staged a running of the bulls on base with the pleabs shirtless, oiled up and running around the runway with balloon horns?

Cora: Both, I have heard both of them.

Stiles: And both were traced back to the evil Stiles.

Cora: Who is now gone.

Stiles: Yes. Ejected out into thin air.

Cora: Then I'm sure there won't be any other stories to share.

Stiles: No, but if they do bring up my pleab run, remember that everyone has to do it so they all have their own.

Cora: Got it.

Stiles: And they were really just jealous.

Cora: Jealous?

Stiles: Yeah.

Cora: Jealous of what?

Stiles: My natural assets

Cora: Oh really?

Stiles: I've told you what the pleab run is, right?

Cora: There was something about shirtlessness?

Stiles: Well, that was just the bull run. No, the pleab run is when you get assigned to your first squadron and your new squad pretty much steals all your clothing and turns off your alarm clock so you wake up late and can't find your clothing and pretty much have to run to your first day buck naked across the entire base to stand at attention for the flag salute.

Cora: So you're really standing at attention? [her tone is teasing]

Stiles: [grins] Completely, and I'm just staring at the flag hoping to god someone's got a towel waiting for me but I'm not going to back down from a challenge so I've got my abs sucked in and all 'you want me naked, well here I am enjoy the sight bitches."

Cora: [she laughs] Well, I'm sure you showed them.

Stiles: Yup. Though I was probably called Flag Pole Stilinski for a few weeks since I was at full mast during the salute.

Cora: Whoops.

Stiles: So like I said, some of them were probably jealous.

Cora: Well, since I've never seen theirs, I can't really say for sure.

Stiles: You don't need to see theirs. You see mine anytime you want and you're the only one who gets to run things up it. [smirks and kisses her]

Cora: [she grins as she kisses him back] Good. You better keep it that way. I'm very territorial.

Stiles: Well, it's said that when you claim a territory, you're supposed to put a flag there.

Cora: Oh really?

Stiles: Yup. That's why we have that flag on the moon.

Cora: Well, I'm not exactly equipped for planting a flag. You might have to take care of that.

Stiles: I only have a flag pole. But I can totally plant it.

Cora: Good. Maybe you should. [and there's a knock on the door] After we eat some pizza.

Stiles: Sounds like a good plan for me. [and he's going to crawl over her to go get the door, and she will feel that his flagpole is totally at half-mast]

Cora: [which will make her grin, but she does definitely need to eat first]

Stiles: [and he will deliver the box to the floor by the bed, and head into the kitchen to get them a roll of paper towels]

Cora: [and she will scramble down to reach for a slice of pizza, laying on her stomach in his bed with her legs kicked up behind her]

Stiles: [and he will sit on the floor across from her] God, you look amazing like that. I'm the luckiest guy ever.

Cora: [and that makes her smile] I'm pretty lucky too.

Stiles: Yeah, you are. [smirks]

Cora: [she rolls her eyes] You don't have to gloat.

Stiles: I was just confirming your factual statement.

Cora: Uh-huh. [takes another bite of her pizza]

Stiles: But I'm luckier. You could have any guy you wanted. Why you chose me sometimes I don't know.

Cora: [she glances back at him and gives a small shrug] You still look at me like I'm me.

Stiles: Well, you are you. I happen to love every single inch of you.

Cora: Yeah, well, everyone else looks at me like I'm someone else. The alpha. Even Scott, sometimes, because I'm the boss of him, at the end of the day, and that's not his fault. It's just instinct. With Isaac and Erica I'm their savior, Boyd I'm alpha. To other packs I'm a diplomatic figure to guys at the bar I'm just the hot bartender - I don't really have a lot of people anymore who remember me. And you never lost that.

Stiles: [and he is going to lean over the pizza box to kiss her] I'll do my best to never lose it either.

Cora: [and she smiles into the kiss] Good.

Stiles: [and he is going to finish his slice and clean up his hands, and then he's going to jump back up on the bed, reaching over to massage her back as she eats]

Cora: [and eventually she will be distracted from the food and stretch out under his hands, relaxing with a soft sigh]

Stiles: [and he will get nice and deep into her muscles, leaning down to kiss along her neck]

Cora: [and then there's a contented hum, her head tipping to the side to give him better access]

Stiles: [which he will take advantage of, pulling her hair to the side and kissing her more, his hands going to work that night t-shirt up her bod so he can really massage her flesh]

Cora: [and she'll even push up to help him pull the shirt over her head before stretching back out underneath him again, leaving her only in her panties]

Stiles: [and he is going to take his time giving her a full body massage with his fingers and lips]

Cora: [which she will thoroughly enjoy, a lot of her tension and upset melting away]

Stiles: [and then he will flip her over and start back up her body, but not after taking off his own shirt]

Cora: [and she will get her hands into it, sliding her hands over his back as he moves closer]

Stiles: [and once he is back to her lips he will kiss her deeply, pressing his body hard against hers]

Cora: [and she moans softly into the kiss, melting into the mattress beneath him]

Stiles: [and he will slide himself between her legs, pressing against her and grinding his hips against hers]

Cora: [and that gets more pleased sounds from her, her fingers digging into his back]

Stiles: [and when he needs to breath, he will nibble on her ear] I think it's time to plant that flagpole. Want to put the flag on?

Cora: [she nods as she flaps her hand around the mattress, trying to find one of the condoms that they stashed somewhere]

Stiles: [and he will go to get their underwear off while she does that]

Cora: [and eventually she finds one and tears it open, moving to slide it onto him]

Stiles: [and once she does that, he will get her on her back , himself between her legs and then thrust up in her] Well, I've planted my flag in you. You're now mine.

Cora: [she smiles a bit as her hips rocked against him] I was always yours.

Stiles: Same here. [and he will kiss her as he takes them both to their peaks]

Cora: [and eventually she will drop down beneath him, her breathing shallow as she tries to catch her breath]

Stiles: [and he will try to keep himself up a bit before lowering to settle himself on her chest]

Cora: [smiles softly as she cards her fingers through his hair] I love you.

Stiles: I love you too. More than anything.

Cora: [hums as she settles, before looking around, at this apartment that was slowly getting more and more lived in, and while she knows it wasn't going to be a popular opinion with the rest of her pack] What if I moved in?

Stiles: [and he will look up at her] You want to leave the loft? Don't you own the loft?

Cora: Technically Peter owns the loft. But Scott and Kira are getting closer and she's trying to convince him to get a place of their own, and Isaac is spending more and more time with Caroline and Boyd and Erica are getting married. And I never want to actually leave you, I just usually have to.

Stiles: Are you sure? This place can get pretty cramped. It's only a studio.

Cora: I like it. [she shifts a bit to nudge him off her, and resettling so that they're facing the rest of the apartment, and she's settled against his chest] It doesn't need to be big.

Stiles: And we pretty much share a wardrobe. [grins]

Cora: [she laughs before nodding] We do. And we sleep in the same bed. Sometimes we even take the same shower. [she glances up at him] Maybe later we can look for something bigger, but for right now, I'm good with living here.

Stiles: Then you're home. [and he will wrap his arm around her]

Cora: [and she smiles at that as she melts into him] Good.

Stiles: [and he will nuzzle her shoulder, and then whispers in her ear] I could stay awake, just to hear you breathing...

Cora: [she laughs] Are you trying to seduce me with Aerosmith?

Stiles: [smiles] Watch you smile while you are sleeping, while you're far away dreaming...

Cora: [she tips her head to the side with a smile, closing her eyes as she listens]

Stiles: [and he is going to keep singing, his hand gently running along her stomach as he kisses her ear between lines]

Cora: [hums as she arches up slightly to meet his hand]

Stiles: [and he will eventually slide his hand down to her nub, rubbing her as he gets to the bridge]

Cora: [and she gasps with a moan, as she arches even more against him]

Stiles: [and he is just focusing on her and nibbles on her neck as he goes in for the glory, rubbing her harder]

Cora: [and it doesn't take her long to tumble over the edge slumping back against him as she comes down]

Stiles: [and he will smile at that] Good?

Cora: [she nods] Definitely good.

Stiles: I should probably put the pizza away.

Cora: Probably.

Stiles: [and he will just climb back over her again to go and clean things up]

Cora: [and she will go curl up in bed, tucking herself in as she waits for him to rejoin her]

Stiles: [and he will also toss the condom and clean up a bit before rejoining her and bed, cuddling up behind her] Naptime?

Cora: [she nods, closing her eyes] Naptime.

Stiles: [and to bed they go]